Here's a thought: creativity is finite. You mustn't just think, you must do to create, mais you may do a lot and not be creative. Some people do better.
And I'm using all mine up at school, on school, and I don't have all the time in the world. I only have mine.
With that in mind, I don't know if I feel better or worse. Am I wasting my time? Never. Not as long as I'm doing something. There's no waste in that. I'm still creating, I'm still doing. Maybe it's not what I want to be doing necessarily or what I want to be creating, but there's an end to it, I see it now. It's tangible, I can taste it like the end of a tunnel on my tongue, and I'm there yet. I'm biting at the bit. I want to write again. I used to have time.
Am I stretched too thin?
Probably.
[strengthen the chord then]
